User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190630032503

A few more hours passed by in the otter and squirrelhare's journey through the woodlands, which was thankfully unmarked by any other major incidents or run-ins with foul creatures, as the sun continued to rise in the sky.

Farlow shook the piece of parchment paper serving as his map a few times, attempting unsuccessfully to dry it off, the ink having been stained and smeared by his dive into the water. "Well, it should be around 'ere somewhere..."